Victims of Comfort

I listened to a Keb' Mo' CD today that I had not heard in a while. This song, which I had forgotten until now, spoke directly to my heart. It's on his first CD.

Victims of Comfort
by Keb' Mo'

No rocket's gonna fly that high.
There's no escaping the enemy. It's you and I.
We've poisoned up the water.
We're chokin' on the air.
Let's stop before it gets too late.
Or is it already too late? Is it already too late?

For the victims of comfort. Got no one else to blame,
We're just the victims of comfort, connoisseurs of pain.

It's a technological merry-go-round.
Dangerous illusions buried under the ground,
And everyone likes a party, but no one wants to clean.
Well I'd like to see a change somehow,
But I'm a little busy right now. Just a little busy right now.

I'm just a victim of comfort. I got no one else to blame,
I'm just a victim of comfort, a cryin' shame.

Oh and what do we got to lose? Everything.
Yes, and what do we stand to gain? Everything.
So let's try together before we have to cry together.
It's too soon to die together.

I'm just a victim of comfort. Got no one else to blame.
I'm just a victim of comfort, connoisseur of pain.
We were victims of comfort. Got no one else to blame.
I'm just a victim of comfort, cryin' shame.